The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
I was young, and it was actually my great-uncle who sang those "misheard" lyrics. Those were the only words that he knew (or thought he knew) to the song. Whenever that chorus would come around, he would belt out very loudly: "She bled to death".
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9/21/2014 5:44 am
Age it happened
16
Better than original?
No
Convinced others you were right?
No
Was partying involved?
No
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